Gunna - Deep End [Drip Harder] lyrics

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Gunna - Deep End [Drip Harder] lyrics

Cook this sh*t up, Quay I know they ain't feeling my pain I got codeine inside my veins Yeah I don't know who gassed you ni**as up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, he won't tell on me I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon bail on me I got 'em throwin' salt, they steady tryna fu*k up my recipe Amiri jeans, a hundred pack, ain't nothin' 'bout a ni**a cheap Sellin' weed in the projects Relapsed on the hi-tech Told the game that we up next Put them on a G5 jet Overseas with my sidepiece My crease, you gotta be a dime piece We gon' stick together like assigned seats On that .30, gon', ni**a, try me Whoever thought I'd put a hunnid on my name Whoever thought that I'd say "I'm the one up next" Whoever thought that they'd be considerin' me the best Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought Whoever thought I don't know who gassed you ni**as up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end Go and ask about me in the streets, they heard of me If she find out I been creepin', she gon' murder me I ain't trippin', no complaints, I got my courtesy Yo, all the time I let the windows down so they can see us I take the hitters around the globe, that's all I know I met her last night, she tried to give me her soul I got 'em hatin', they throwin' shots, they on their toes One thing they know, one thing they know Ain't gon' let up on them ni**as Once you try us, ain't gon' stop If there's pressure, let me know So we can pull up with them Glocks Tryna dodge the bullsh*t and tryna make it to the top If I never sell a record, I'm gon' make it on the block How you gon' wait 'til I make it Then try to hate on me, ni**a, I don't need you I put the food on the table ni**a, who's hungry? I try to feed you Treat all my ni**as like bosses Nobody's better, everyone equal Real talk, this is the sequel Hold it down for my people I don't know who gassed you ni**as up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end I don't know who gassed you ni**as up, go get a refill We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defence He got his racks and all like Jacques he ready to dive in Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end

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